The bass and drums of the live band boomed throughout the packed club, cigarette smoke mixing with various herbs in a heavy cloud hovering a few inches above the crowd. A few people sat around on the navy and silver plush benches, though most stood, either surrounding the band or pressing against one of the small circular stages with the silver poles sticking out of the ground, a lithe woman straddling each.
Altogether there were four of the small stages, spread around the room to allow proper space to stare, to tip, to hope for a fleeting glance or a brush of skin on skin. The crowd was large; it hadn’t been this large in many weeks, and the people at the front of the stages were all being crushed into it, though most didn’t seem to mind, their eyes inevitably working their way up and staring between the thin legs of the dancers.
The main stage, across from the band, was larger, with plenty of room for movement and play. While the girls on the mini stages twirled and shimmied, the main stage was alight with more elegant, more graceful movements. Large motions of legs and arms, the nudity of the woman aglow in the vibrant lights, not a hint of modesty or insecurity in her buxom form.
Her legs were shapely, with a prominent curve to her calf, and slightly thicker thigh, rounded hips and a sumptuous rear. Her waist was petite, the soft outline of her abdominal muscles apparent, and her large breasts topping her chest. Her shoulders were narrow, her neck thin and graceful, her ebony hair pulled into two, long pigtails.
The outfit that she had so recently worn was strewn carelessly to the side, over top of her purse, covering it from the greedy eyes. A few stray coins were pushed politely into the bucket as she used the pole to slide to the ground, parting her legs and lifting one up straight, revealing her most guarded area, a quick and teasing motion before she curled onto her knees, her back arching as she presented her rear towards the crowd, moving it towards the audience and then crawling away, her movements serpentine in nature.
The music paused as the band took a moment to drink and rest and she sat on her rear, her legs folded in hiding, her arms cupping her chest, teasing until the music once again started up.
Her movements to stand were those of absolute grace and beauty, her long hair flicking off her tanned shoulder blades as she arched her neck and back, and again she was on her feet, adorned in nothing more than the heels she skilfully moved in, the silver jewellery clasped above her hips, and the tight collar she wore on her neck.
She spun around the pole, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched straight, her toes pointed towards the crowd as she masterfully commanded her body to grip and stretch and display, her large breasts on prominent show. As she slid down from the pole, her shoulder and butt pressed into it, her lower back slender and arched, she gave the crowd a knowing smile, assured that not a man alive could resist her curves and her grace.
A drunk in the crowd, however, disagreed. He taunted her, his bulbous head flushed from the drink, his meaty hands motioning to her. Though she couldn’t hear him over the music, she already had plenty of drugs coursing through her system and pressing her on. Immediately her sex kitten façade was broken and she looked with rage at those standing at the stage, their clammy fists clamped on their meagre gold, her tip bucket only half as full as usual when the club was three times as packed.
She stared at the meathead, and took a few steps back, her azure eyes narrowed in her rage. With a few long strides, she was in the air, soaring over the crowd before landing clumsily on the drunk’s head, collapsing him to the ground, her own body striking it soon after. The drugs numbed the pain in her elbows and knees, her hands scratched from a broken bottle on the ground as she quickly moved to take advantage of the stunned oaf.
The tiny stripper began pummelling the much larger man, her fists flying and full of fury and malice for the crappy tippers and those who want way more than they can afford, her face red with anger as the crowd moved from the stage to try to get a better look at the little firecracker.
It felt like eternity, but it was only a few seconds before the bouncer pulled her off, his strong hands and arms easily moving her, even in her frantic fury, lifting her into the air. Two other bouncers moved in right after, lifting the heavyweight drunk off his bewildered arse, promptly bringing him to the door and shoving him into the cool evening.
Rajani slowly began to stop her struggling, though she turned at yelled angrily at the bouncer, “I need my gold!” and she squirmed away, running back to the stage and collecting her purse and clothes, storming back into the mirrored changing room, the bouncer hot on her step the entire way.
“What was that?!” he growled, grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him. A few pieces of bangs clung to her wet forehead, though all her anger had faded away to light amusement. She reached into her purse and withdrew a joint, bringing it to her lips and waiting, expectantly, for him to light it. Instead he grabbed it from her lips and pointed at her with it, “this stuff is making you crazy!”
His voice was loud and commanding, matching the rest of his look. His hair was short, clipped close to his head, his neck broad, and his jaw strong. His body was muscled, tanned, and his hands were rough with cuts of varying degree. He once got stabbed by a guy because he thought he had nicked a drink and started pummelling his face. Two days later he asked if he could come back to work, after losing about two pints of blood on the sidewalk outside the very club.
They said he was crazy, but Rajani liked that he was strong. She smiled up at him with her typical, smarmy grin, shimmying her narrow arm from his hand and turning to look in the mirror, idly fixing her hair and any minor imperfections in her makeup, “he was rubbing me the wrong way. Besides, what’s with all the cheapos tonight?” she groaned, folding her arms under her chest, perking them for his eyes, watching him as he watched her in the mirror. His pale blue eyes didn’t move from the mirrored vision of hers, though.
“You’re our feature, you can’t behave like this,” he said gruffly, and she responded by a simple shrug of her shoulders, going back to rubbing her finger along her lips, then reaching to grab her red lip stain, “but I do,” she responded simply, an impish smile raising her cheeks.
He glowered at her, pocketing the joint and moving in, his large body towering over hers, easily a foot taller than her, even in her heels. His head moved downwards, resting it on her shoulder as he spoke darkly in her ear, “the manager is going to try to get you kicked out again, you keep this up,” he stared at her mirrored reflection, “if I tell him, you’ll be gone before you could protest.”
She narrowed her eyes at the promised threat, “then you won’t tell him.” Her voice was laced with her own promise, even as she moved to press a large sum of gold into his expectant palm. The light flickered above the mirror, casting a long shadow along the length of her nude form. The gold was clasped in his hand, then pressed into his black pants, his hand resting atop the tip of her rear, “I’ll need something more.”
Rajani sighed and turned to face him, hopping her bottom up on the makeup table, her legs wrapped around him, the heels digging into his calves and beckoning him closer. He easily turned from her and barked over his shoulder, “just go finish your set properly. We’ll work out payment later.”
Her face flushed hot with another rush of rage and embarrassment at the coarse man’s refusal, and she threw her clothes down on her bag, snatching her purse and returning out to the club, nude.
They stared, and it wasn’t hard to see why. The club was almost exclusively humans; the high elves had pulled their alliances with them, and now her kind was rare. She and Legrasse were typically the only ones in the club. Exotic, they called her, but that wasn’t any good to her if she wasn’t rolling in the gold. Her favoured vices were not cheap, after all.
Legrasse had come with her when she needed to get away from Silvermoon last time, and she kept him along because she trusted him to protect her assets. Her body undulated in the movements of her hard and confident walk, her legs one in front of the other, graceful, even under the influence. She took the stairs, looked to the band, and once more the sex kitten took over, spinning and shimmying and rolling on the ground, flexing and posing for the crowd. The tipping had picked up in her absence and she rewarded the generous tippers even more generously.
A small and geeky human in the front stared up at her with pure awe and she crawled close to him, leaning in to whisper into his stunted ear, “Would you like to see more after I’m done up here?”
She pulled back, coyly, sitting on her calves, her torso upright. Her finger darted in between her lips and she sucked it teasingly, biting the tip and enjoying as his hazel eyes travel up her body, pausing on all the important bits. His eyes didn’t rise above her collarbone and he nodded. Rajani grinned and turned over, exposing her rear to him, leaning her ass close to his face, then pulling away, crawling and standing, grabbing the gold from the bucket and ducking offstage.
Walking straight over to her target, she whispered low, “Did you want me to start out dressed?” a soft purr followed by his nod. She quickly turned to dash back to the dressing room and grabbed her clothes. A true expert in her field, the thong and the triangle top was laced around her body easily, the material a fine and innocent white, contrasted against her bronzed skin.
By the time she got back out to her mark, there was a human woman laughing in his lap, fawning all over his ugly maw. Rajani’s brow narrowed and she immediately stomped over, her lips finding his ear once more, “I’m ready for you, baby,” she pulled away and smiled, inviting him. He glanced from her, to the other woman, his mind obviously reeling with the choice. Rajani licked her lips, the human stroked his balding head, Rajani’s fingers found the edge of her bikini top and traced along it, the human stroked his chest.
His voice came out high and unpleasant, choked with cotton balls, “Can I have you both?”
The other woman was narrow in the chest, not much to gloat about, though her hips and thighs were large and pleasing, a full pear shape. She wore a pink bikini top with a full back boy shorts, ribbons laced around her midsection and calves, her skin a smooth toffee colour. Her eyes were almonds, a rich hazelnut brown, and her lashes were long and dark. Her hair was a brilliant auburn with hints of gold flecks that caught in the light as she moved.
The two women looked at each other, the competitiveness in both of them evident, even as they agreed, “Double the price,” they said at the same time. The human’s voice, whom Rajani barely recalled went by Cassandra, was high and girly, belied by her womanly body and her child rearing hips, her ample thighs. Rajani’s was lower, laced with lust and the edge of one fine cigarette too many, coming out rich and thick, like honey. They both took the tiny man in either arm, both of them towering over his diminutive and stout form. He was just barely taller than a dwarf, and the women took the time to look over one another.
It was always easier, when it happened, to get a man that wanted two. The other women knew the rules, the boundaries, and played within them without asking for more. But then, of course, the gold was spent twice as quickly. Legrasse’s eyes followed Rajani as she walked up those steps, the muscles in her legs pulling taut as they pull her up another stair, relaxing once the pressure was off. She drank in Cassandra’s stride, the human standing a few inches above her, enjoying the look of her childish chest and the shake of the womanly rear.
By the time they reached the private booth and slid in, Rajani had planned on making the most of it. The booth was lavish and contained a small bed, navy and silver sheets and pillows, a lighter blue booth fashioned at the end of it. The girls pressed him into his seat and sat one on either of his thick thighs, their hands immediately finding one another’s hips, “the gold,” Rajani cooed, “we need the gold first, and then we can get started.” Her cerulean eyes rose to the cocoa eyes of her companion, “and I want to play with her real bad.” There was a twinge of truth that caused Cassandra to flinch for a moment, though her own façade quickly wiped it and she licked her full, chestnut coloured lips.
The gold was quickly produced, a large pouch of it pulled from his bag and set atop the corner of the bed. The two women looked at it hungrily, and Rajani weighed it with her hand, peaking in. She smiled at him warmly, ignoring the wrinkles and the bad teeth and the balding head and seeing nothing but a rich and fabulous suitor. “My, you must have been away for some time,” she smiled, crawling off his lap and onto his bed, “we shouldn’t keep you waiting.” She patted the bed and invited Cassandra to crawl up with her.
Cassandra was obedient, if nothing else. Her hair draped over her shoulders as she crawling towards Rajani, grazing over the cusps of her shoulders, then hanging in the air, hiding her body. She turned and sat, facing the man, allowing Rajani to take over.
Rajani moved slowly and in a feline manner, her shoulders poked off more than necessary as she displayed her prowess and awareness of the situation. Her hands moved down over the other woman and she moved to allow the customer greater visual aid as she turned to straddle the woman in reverse, her wet pussy mere inches from Cassandra’s face as she moved downward, trailing her tongue over the silken flesh of her co-worker.
Legrasse sat behind the booth, squirreled into a corner, the mirror inside the booth only one way and allowing him a proper view at his most valuable asset. Indeed, she paid him well, in both gold and in small tokens of appreciation, but she was going to have to give much more in order to cover up for her high flying act.
He sat and watched the women’s slow and careful movements as they eagerly drained the customer’s pockets dry, Legrasse’s large hands rested on his own thighs. He brought the smoke from his tight pants to his lips, lighting it. The small tendril of smoke warped around and then hit off the ceiling of the box, the tiny area quickly filling with the rich scent of acrid drugs. He leaned back, casually, watching as Rajani took over and was consumed by the ecstasy of her tongue trailing down Cassandra’s breasts, over the cups of her top, then down to encircle the belly button. She circled it with her adept tongue, cerulean eyes not leaving the human at her mercy.
Though she was grateful for the girls for following the rules and making her job easier, the elf was never so good at following them herself. She was a staunch supporter of them, but would make little side deals with her clients for after work specials. The other women had their suspicions, of course, but nothing was done on club property and there was little they could do about it.
She was, however, known for her unabashed treatment of the other women.
The hidden boxes were installed as a way to watch the women and make sure they weren’t breaking any of the rules, but the bouncers all knew of the more pleasing purposes of them. The manager had found out and locked most of them up, but this one had a trick side that was easily pushed away. Legrasse figured he was the only one that knew about it, since he never ran into another guy in there.
He had, however, told Rajani and advised her to always use the adjacent booth whenever possible if she knew what was in her best interest. She had that much common sense, and knew that, in the mood he was in, she best treat him to a real show.
The other woman was pressed back to the bed, her hair fanned out around her pretty face, her thick eyelashes closed and showing the smoky cocoa eye shadow she had applied earlier in the night. There was a slight crease to it at the tops, which Rajani both held against the girl and endeared her towards her.
Legrasse shifted in his seat, the smoky air hindering his sight slightly, his eyes glowing faintly as he leaned forward to get closer to the glass. She looked right at him, or, at least, where she assumed him to be, her thong clad ass facing the customer as she wantonly pulled her breasts free of their meagre confines, letting the bikini strings sit to the side of either of her large breasts and underneath, pressing them together and allowing them to hang before lowering them to the affects of gravity.
His breath caught in his throat as he watched, holding the smoke deep in his chest. His face was handsome, in a rugged manner, broad and stern. His eyebrows were thick and drew attention to his bright eyes, his skin deeply tanned, obviously spending much time in the sun, despite his night job. His lips were a pale pink, nearly a straight line, his teeth a faded white, pleasant and non obtrusive. He smiled and gave a slight grunt as he moved back in his seat, his calloused hand teasingly moving overtop of himself.
Rajani pulled Cassandra’s thong to the side, treating both of the voyeurs to a long and slow tease as she bobbed in closer and closer, her kittenish tongue at the ready as it first found the tip of her thigh, then delved lower and lower until finally that sweet, smooth taste hit her. Her tongue languished along the other woman’s outer lips before parting deeper, the back of her tongue tracing up against her inner petals.
Cassandra had let out a gasp but she was easily silenced by another skilful lash of the pink tongue, turning the woman’s sound of surprise to one of pleasure. Her tongue slowly wound around the woman’s clit, lavishing attention on it, Rajani’s eyes still locked on that mirror, enjoying the sight of her eating the other woman’s cunt and knowing exactly what Legrasse was seeing on the other side.
By the time the gold was spent, both of the female bodies were glistening with the dew of sweat and the high lights had come up in the club. With sunrise, the club closed, and the disgruntled sounds of drunks who weren’t drunk enough, or didn’t get enough of they wanted, wafted up the balcony to the private booths.
The money was split cleanly between Rajani and Cassandra, except for a slight favourable accounting error on Rajani’s part, and they left ways, as if nothing odd in the slightest had happened between them. As though nothing special had been exchanged. It was just a job.
Rajani didn’t have to turn to know that Legrasse was stalking behind her, his eyes clouded with the drug. She walked down the steps quickly, clutching the discarded clothes to her chest along with her purse. The club was always so strange at this hour, as if reality were intruding upon a place that it had no right to visit. Everyone blinked to adjust to the brightness and stared in confusion at the flawed women who were, under the illusion of gentle lights and ample darkness, goddesses. The light never bothered Rajani at all, and she dared them to stare as she made her way to the dressing room, tucking her skimpy clothing into her bag and drawing out a black corset and skirt.
Legrasse waited at the door, watching as she tugged up the skirt and carefully laced the corset, making him wait and stare, knowing full well what he had just witnessed. She tugged the pig tails from her hair and shook the long raven hair out, the tips of it brushing over the top of her backside. With a slow application of fresh, ruby lipgloss, she turned, grabbing her things and now ready for her escort back to her room. She never bothered changing from her impossibly high heels.
He allowed her out in front, his hand pressed firmly against the slope of her back, urging on her lazy saunter as she waved goodbye to this gent or another. The top of the corset dug into the skin of her shoulder blade, and his eyes focussed on it, that little measure of tender exposure, something unplanned and unintended, for his eyes to devour.
Onto the cold streets, the sun just was peaking over the lowest of the buildings, her heels clicking on the cobbled ground. The loud thump of his heavy leather, steel toed boots followed after her, though they otherwise walked in silence until they finally reached her flat.
It was several stories up and had a beautiful view of a small park below, even though the staircase was too narrow that they had to walk up one at a time and it looked as though it could use a new layer of paint. She stopped in front of her door and searched for her key, idly, pressing the gold and makeup aside.
Legrasse noticed her procrastination, however, and the thick web of his hand found the nape of her neck, pressing into it and slamming her face into the door, her cheek pressed against the cool wood roughly. She yelped in surprise, and immediately her hand was on her key and the key was in the door. He snatched it from her before she could return it to the purse and, with a snarl, reminded “I’m not paying. I don’t need to wait.”
Her eyes fluttered in a measure of shock and arousal, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, blood rushing from her head at the forceful reminder. He pushed her in through the door, slamming it shut behind him.
The flat was pleasant and wide open, more akin to an artist’s loft than a true home, though it did have some of the necessities. It lacked a kitchen and there were boxes of discarded and finished food tossed in a bag at the side of the door. A cat pranced up and tried to wrap around her feet but she kicked at it as he guided her, his hand still gripping her neck painfully tight, the blood red hue apparent beneath his grasp. He guided her past the open living room and the corpulent couches and tables and up a steel staircase. Her heel slipped through the gated stairs, but his pressure didn’t subside and so she trotted up the rest of the way, even if she was limping a little.
Upstairs there was no door, no room, just an open balcony that looked down on her living room and served as her bedroom. A large vanity was pressed against the wall, and beside it was a larger wardrobe. A dresser that was messily overflowing flanked the other side of the vanity; several looked at and discarded outfits thrown above it and on top of the bed.
The bed itself was large and plush, round and covered with a custom tailored comforter. The pillows were propped up around the side. She was pushed headlong into the bed and, with her already tender ankle, she was sent sprawling onto it. At the first chance she got, she turned onto her back, staring up at the man with anger and annoyance, even as he reached for his belt.
“You don’t have to be so rough!” she protested, her ruby lips pouted in annoyance. His eyes didn’t soften and he took the belt from his pants, clasping it in a loop between his hands.
“You don’t learn otherwise,” he retorted, his voice edged with the drugs, “I could get fired for covering for you again.” A sneer parted his lips and he moved to tower over the other elf, “You just. Don’t. Learn.”
Rajani’s eyes went to the belt and widened with fear, “hey!” she cried out, struggling backwards on the bed, “calm down! I didn’t…”
Her words were interrupted by the feeling of hard leather being slapped across her shin, the momentary sting causing her to recoil, the corset and leather collar digging into her flesh with the sudden movements. Her eyes were angry and glistened with fresh tears, her flesh ablaze with anger, “fuck you!”
He laughed at her, cruelly, moving a step forward and snapping the leather, “see what I mean, bitch?” His voice was hard, no measure of sympathy apparent in it as he reached down and grabbed a clump of shiny, dark hair, tugging on it. She squealed as she was lifted from the bed, her high-heeled feet struggling for balance and a relief of the pain, her ankles warbling on the cushioned mattress.
In a quick and steady movement he brought her body back to the bed, crashing face down into the mattress and holding her there against her struggles. He easily moved to the back of her head, holding her into the mattress as she flailed, her nose dug painfully into the material, breathing becoming slightly more difficult. He moved behind her and crawled onto the bed, a knee finding the low of her back and pinning her there roughly.
The frills of the black skirt were lifted and his eyes ran over her smooth backside, hungrily and wanting, his cock pulsing roughly against his pants as he raised the belt and brought it down with a loud crack to her ass, an inch wide welt rising almost immediately. Rajani’s head struggled to push up, but he forbid it with the pressure of his hand, her screams coming out as muffled and desperate attempts at breath.
Again the belt found her bottom, and again she struggled to breath, only to be denied the right and the pleasure.
His cock throbbed angrily as his belt found that round ass again and again, leaving it nothing but a welted red mess before he finally tossed it away, trading it for the palm of his hand. His finger delved between her crevice and sought downwards, towards the heat of her swollen pussy, red with desire and angry at its denial of pleasure. His finger found the part of her inner lips, pushing inwards and, though she struggled, he could feel her throb lightly around his digit.
“You never learn, Rajani,” he lifted the hand from her head, only to tear the skirt from her ass, down over her thighs, and off the bottom of her legs as she gasped for air, struggling to wipe the tears free from her face, the blanket beneath her moist with the salty residue.
Deftly he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them downwards, releasing his hard elven cock from its confine, moving onto the bed and pulling her up onto his lap, her bosom pressed roughly into the mattress. He grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it towards her dripping entrance, rubbing it along her outer folds. She shivered with the anticipation, throbbing as his head strummed over her clit, then back again, teasing the entrance.
She shimmied, begging him with her body for release, a tiny mewl coming from her lips in pleasurable want, but his cock slid further up her crevice, instead finding her darkened hole. Both hands angrily pry her ass cheeks apart, ignorant of the pain it caused her, before bringing a singular hand back to guide his throbbing piece into her.
With a grunt and a snarl he impaled her, first with his head, then further, inch by inch fighting inward as she clawed at the bed, desperately begging him to go slow; to stop hurting her; to stop delving deeper and deeper into her forbidden caverns of pleasure. A swift hand to her backside paused the protests for a moment as he finally was able to hilt himself fully within her, the hot hole pressed tightly against his impressive cock.
He looked down at the scene of her blood red ass cheeks splayed against his hips, his prick invading her body. The sight of her corseted back, the ribbon so neatly tied, of her black hair, knotted from his hard hand. He began thrusting into her dryly, the pain causing Rajani to cry out noisily, even as her pussy burned hot for him.
It wasn’t long before his ramming became more wanton, less predictable as the familiar fire travelled through his body. He pulled out before the final push, bringing his powerful hand to his cock and giving it that last tug, the creamy liquid eagerly releasing over the battered woman below him, strands collapsing into her hair, onto her corset, marking her as his.
He smiled down affectionately at the mess he caused, at her sobbing face, wiping the remains of his cum laden cock off on her bruised ass. He stared at her as he caught his breath, his leather clad chest heavily with the excitement and exertion, “What did you learn?” he growled lowly.
All Rajani could manage, however, was tears. He grabbed the bottom of her corset and dragged her limp body from the bed, allowing her to drop to the floor. Legrasse looked down at her from the bed, his voice stony, “I want to sleep in the morning, so best you not wake me,” he watched her as she nodded her head, making sure she understood, before he pulled the comforter over his body, his muscles relaxing as a deep and restful sleep found him.
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